Chapter 1859


    "Ophelia, you''re an absolute catch as well," Hans said with a light chuckle. "You''re bound to find


    someone who really gets you, to share the road ahead."


    Sean stood to the side, looking visibly down.


    Why didn''t he get apliment?


    Doesn''t he have any redeeming qualities?


    Just as he was about to ask Ophelia, rk spoke up, "We''ve been nattering on for ages, let''s not hog


    your time with Be. Hans, Chasel, Sean, let''s make tracks."


    Sean hadn''t exchanged a single word with Ophelia before she took Arabe''s hand and said, "Then


    show me around, will you?"


    Arabe''s lips curled into a smile. "Sure thing."


    The two walked off, Ophelia''s hand in Arabe''s, and Sean''s chance for a chat vanished into thin air.


    "Ophelia is just too adorable. Who''d have thought she''d find so manypliments for me? I''m very


    pleased," rk said with clear mischief in his tone, and then he took a bite of a pastry. "But why does it


    taste less sweet than it did when Ophelia handed it to me?"


    Sean fought the urge to punch him.


    "We all got praise, except for Sean..." Chasel said, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he looked at


    Sean. "Oh, Sean, what does it say about your charm when a sharp-tongued youngdy can''t muster a


    single word of ttery for you?"


    Sean clenched his fists even tighter.


    "Alright, let''sy off Sean," Hans interjected, giving Sean a sliver offort. At least Hans was on his


    side!


    Just as Sean was about to express his gratitude and mention their earlier teasing, he heard Hans add,


    "Sean really isn''t in the same league as that girl."


    Sean: ?


    Theughter from Chasel and rk was uncontroble, the proverbial hammer from Hans striking


    Sean the hardest blow.


    In the garden.


    Ophelia was astounded by the exotic flowers and rare nts before her.


    "Your family sure knows how to live it up, cultivating all these precious nts."


    Even the Almond family, known for their own extravagance, didn''t splurge on such delicate and costly


    flora for their gardens.


    Ophelia couldn''t help but crouch down, "Just these few nts could buy an ordinary Joe a set of


    wheels, extravagant, truly extravagant."


    It was the epitome of opulence.


    "Like them? I''ll dig a couple up for you to take home." Arabe wasn''t just being polite; she genuinely


    called for a small pot and trowel, ready to get to work.


    Ophelia widened her eyes.


    "Don''t worry, my parents would be thrilled if I dug up a couple of these nts to give to a friend. Are


    there anything else you fancy? I''ll dig them up, too."


    Ophelia was charmed by the gesture and felt truly fortunate to have a friend like Arabe, who was


    straightforward and didn''t beat around the bush.


    This kind of demeanor was refreshing and endearing.


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    "That''s plenty, these two will keep me busy enough. Enjoying your food and taking your nts, I''m


    already being quite impolite."


    After Arabe finished digging, she had someone ce the nts in Ophelia''s car and then washed


    her hands before they continued their stroll. "What''s there to feel awkward about? What''s mine is


    yours."


    Hearing this, Ophelia felt a lump in her throat. She remembered when Arabe faced tough times in the


    Murphy family, how she''d told Arabe more than once that everything the Ophelia family had was hers


    too, including her parents, ready to share, if only Arabe wanted it!


    She had repeatedly urged Arabe to leave the Murphy family and had even convinced her own


    parents to consider adopting Arabe.


    But Arabe had stayed for Grannie Grace''s sake, never taking up the offer.


    Ophelia never imagined that the words she''d once said would be echoed back to her by Arabe, word


    for word.